0500 Sunday, June 27, 2010
Consciousness returns bringing with it, the uncomfortable feeling of being stuck together as a result of not having the cognitive or physical ability to clean up last night once they'd crested that edge, catapulted as they had been into unconscious bliss. Thankful they'd thought days ago to begin keeping a baby wipe warmer next to the bed (and the couch) at both of their places and stocked with the sensitive, scent-free variety, Tim's first thought is that of relief. Feeling the warmth of his lover's upper body securely up against his own, coupled with the comforting feel of the man's strong, steady heartbeat, he marvels at the realization that they were both so exhausted that neither of them have moved at all though the night.
Finding himself next to the bedside table they happen to be sitting on, with Leroy sleeping deeply next to him, he eases them over until they are now actually within reach of what they need, still side by side, with the older man having not so much as twitched. Mission accomplished, he can now stare at the gorgeous man's beautiful face, total hot body and play with his inviting rod and balls that beg to be made love to, for a moment before he moves again. Wrapping his arms around his love, he sighs with contentment as warm beautiful memories of the out of this world experience Leroy gave him last night roll through his mind, entrenching him in the love this man has adorned him with, shown him without holding back. It's awe-inspiring and it's humbling. When had he become someone worthy of all this?
*****NCIS****
Waking up with a heaviness in her soul, Abby is slow to get out of bed, but quick to think of a solution to the problem she created for the people she loves like family. Signing on to her home computer, she gets to work, scrolling through her securely saved emails, spies what she's looking for and settles into her desk chair to peruse all of it once more. It takes her a good thirty minutes to get through it all but when she's done, she's ready.
Picking up her cell phone, she places a call, hoping for a positive response. She knows it's early and it's Saturday so she's pushing her luck. But, she also realizes that this problem needs to go away for everyone and she has come up with a way to make that happen. Once she gets that point made clear, the rest should be easy. Drumming her fingers impatiently on the desk, she waits for the phone to be picked up when it hits her that 'should' is the operative word in that line of thinking.
*****NCIS****
Gotta clean up. Countless moments have passed before the thought crosses Tim's mind once more. He reaches his arm behind him and plucks two wipes with which to clean them up at least partially for now. Gently, he cleans and disentangles them, feeling a bit raw when the air finally hits him where he's been snug against his lover's nether region all night. Hoping not to wake Leroy, he eases from the bed and heads to the second bathroom downstairs to get a good shower. Reminded when he gets there that it has a tub, he quickly changes things up for himself and is soon soaking in a hot soapy bath,
Laying his head back against the wall, Tim closes his eyes as he soaks up the heat and cleansing feel of the bathwater. It's so tempting to stay in this moment and lay here just rolling through the memories, they're so vivid and fresh, he's getting hard again already. Shaking his head, he denies himself that indulgence because the last thing he wants is for Leroy to wake up alone. Still, he used a lot of muscles last night with all of that physical restraining from flying off the edge too soon, not to mention all that helpless writhing around on the bed while he was nearly out of his head with the pleasure washing through him endlessly.
He forces himself to soak his body for the full minimum of 20 minutes and allows the memories back out to play out in that time, keeping his hands firmly locked together behind his head. Mentally keeping track of the time, he turns off the memories and makes quick work of cleaning up, getting out, draining the tub and drying off, now in a hurry to and return to their bed. Not bothering to put any layers of clothing between himself and his lover, he eases himself back into the bed, once again, wrapping his arms around the older man and sighing with contentment, his head effortlessly hitting the pillow next to him, sleep pulling him under almost immediately.
*******NCIS********
Leon Vance sighs heavily. It's time. He's put it off as long as he could. Although having this meeting was the last thing he expected to be doing on this Saturday morning, he felt it in his gut that it was the right thing to do, once he'd gotten the phone call requesting it. Setting the appointment time for 0800 as he did, garners him most of the day free to spend with his kids. At least he hopes so.
Getting up from his desk, he approaches his door. He knows Pam's not here because he wouldn't have taken her day off from her just for this. Opening his door, he's not surprised to find that he's not alone in his outer office now. The person who'd called him with the request to meet with him this morning is indeed on time and for once dressed almost business like in a collared shirt tucked into belted jeans, with nothing on the shirt to take away from the seriousness of the attempt to measure up to the dress code
"Come in. Let's hear what's on your mind." He beckons his guest in, closing the door behind them, locking it even. Years of having worked with Gibbs have trained him to do so when he doesn't want to be disturbed. And he definitely doesn't want anything to get in the middle of this.
Nervous, yet determined; devastated yet beaten by her own actions, Abby Scuito stood as tall as she could in front of her boss. Her suspension long from over, she'd come in to cut things to the chase, to stop the pain for all concerned, that was continuing to fester from her own selfish actions. Last night had opened her eyes like nothing else ever could have. The blinders were gone and it was time to give her friends and colleagues the respect they deserve – by taking the bull by the horns and stopping this here and now.
"Ms. Scuito?"
Abby sighed deeply and began quietly speaking, her eyes looking the man directly on. "Director. I appreciate you agreeing to this meeting. I wanted to ask you to go ahead and issue your decision. I won't fight it."
"I see." Leon sits down in his chair. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to bring about this change of heart?"
Abby shakes her head. "It's personal. REALLY personal and I CAN'T tell you. But, you're right. I have had a COMPLETE change of heart and I don't want to drag this out for anyone. They deserve better."
"All right. I must admit, you've caught me by surprise. I haven't decided what to do with you as of yet."
"You don't have to do anything. I can accept another job – from one of the dozens of job offers I get every year. If you'll agree to let things work out that way."
"I see."
"I know that I really don't have the right to ask this of you, but can you somehow keep this from blacklisting me or at least preventing my reputation in my field from being ruined?"
"Where are these prospective new jobs?"
"In and around D.C. But nowhere near the Navy Yard. I won't be around – won't come around. If that's what you're worried about. I give you my word."
"I see. So you're here to ask me to leave your reputation in your field alone and I'm presuming to give you a positive reference so that we can move on from this now rather than when your suspension is over."
"In return, I promise never to bother NCIS again – or anyone that works for NCIS."
"Especially the agents on my Major Case Response Team."
"Exactly. I know it's not the severe punishment I deserve, but …"
"But, no one involved wants to ruin anyone life over it, despite the fact that you managed to out an agent against his wishes – publically thanks to that security footage. Lucky for you, I was able to clean that mess up – just barely." Vance informs her sternly.
"Really? That's great. I mean Thank you, Sir. I do appreciate it. I DO! For Tim's sake and Gibbs' and even my own."
"Rest assured, Ms. Scuito, I didn't do it for you."
"I know. And I'm glad. Do you think the others will agree to what I'm asking?"
"Doesn't matter if they agree."
"What? I thought they…"
"Washed their hands of the mess you made for them. Left it in my hands; my decision."
"They did?" Abby asks in shock. "But, I thought…."
"Ms. Scuito, in the interest of moving on and letting my agents get back to the business of doing their jobs uninhibited by this mess, I'll grant you what you're asking for."
"Thank you!"
"With one condition."
"Name it."
"You keep your promise to stay off the Navy Yard and away from my agents. If I get one complaint, one WORD that you've come near my agency or anyone who works for me…."
"I understand." Abby agrees, her voice laden with sadness.
"There a problem?" Leon asks with irritation. She's asked for this and he's agreed. What more could she possibly want from him?
"I was just hoping to have room – somewhere down the line – to maybe repair some friendships. I mean I worked with them for all these years. They mean a lot to me."
"And you to them. That will be up to them. In their off time. So long as it's nowhere near the Yard. Again, if I get one complaint…."
"Understood. I'm on probation with you, then."
"In a manner of speaking. Yes."
"For how long?"
"A year - before I want to see you on the yard again."
"Understood. Thank you, Sir." Abby smiles softly as she turns to go.
"Ms. Scuito." Vance calls her back.
Abby turns around and waits.
"NCIS is sorry to lose you."
Abby swallows hard.
"But we're even sorrier to lose you this way."
"I am too, Sir." Abby humbly offers. "I really am sorry. For all of it."
"I hope so. I truly hope so. Good luck in securing yourself a new job. Good day, Ms. Scuito." Vance dismissed her, relieved this ended this way – with a painfully hard lesson learned.
Nodding without saying a word, Abby heads out, relieved that things turned out in a way that would let everyone move on now – instead of waiting until the 30 days was up. It was the least she could do for them.
*******NCIS********
Warm , soft, finger-tip sized trails being emblazoned on his skin, leaving awakened senses in their path, barely there touches mixed together with a warm, yet slightly wet bath where it's always appreciated followed by heated, tender caresses, soft breaths of air and kisses, exquisite shards of pleasure pouring into his veins, sporadically offered mumurs of love and attraction followed by an incredible warm, wet, suction plying him almost into the stratosphere…..oh m Go…!
"Tiiimmm!" Leroy's low moan rips through the air in a whoosh as the silver haired man comes awake floating in a cocoon of ecstasy so thick, he can't think straight. His body arching into that which feels so damned good, he can't help but ask for more. "Don't …stop! "
Inspired by his lover's genuine reaction, Tim keeps going, not stopping for even a breath as he turns up the heat. Reaching with his fingers to play with his lover's sac, he gently caresses and cradles it before running a finger gently along his perineum with enough pressure to garner a pleasurable response, as the now sensually moving legs on the bed and lifted groin gives evidence to.
"Mmmmm!" Leroy breathlessly breathes out as he follows it up with a lust filled demand. "More!"
"God, Leroy!" Tim huskily moans when he slides his mouth off his prize long enough to catch his breath, his eyes finding and locking onto the older man's as they feed off each other's raw hunger and genuine emotion. "Can't get enough of hearing that!"
"Wanna touch you." Leroy admits in that voice that leaves no doubt he's operating on pure hunger right now. Caught up in the hunger for his lover's physical touch, his body still writhing for more, his arms pull against their slack restraints, but maintain their position - not breaking away from Tim's playing around. Leroy's attention is sharply drawn to the fact his arms have been raised above his head and set where the fingers of each hand are on top of the thin rails of the headboard with a pillowcase theatrically placed around the wrist, but not actually applied.
"Hmm?" Tim asks as he deliberately shoots the man an innocent look, clearly avoiding the subject of the older man's wrists and his plan for them.
Looking at Tim quizzically Leroy waits for the explanation he knows is forthcoming. He can play the game, wait for what Tim has in mind and deep down, he's rejoicing in the fact that Tim is finally loosening up enough to play with him this way. To show his cooperation, he lays his hands back, letting the tension in them fade as they now rest bonelessly in their soft restraints.
Watching his reaction, Tim smiles softly as he puts on a show pretending to be mulling it over. "Mmm." even as he sensually slides his hands everywhere they can reach. His fingers stop to play with a nipple here and cradle a warm, soft sac there. Without another word, Tim lays himself across Leroy's chest, his arms wrapping around him, taking a moment to soak up the connection before it once again becomes something hotter and out of control.
"Tiiimmm." The older man deliberately whines, enjoying the role he's playing. "Need you up here."
With the flavor of this teasing feeling downright sensual, loving and enjoyable, Tim grins at him hungrily, his eyes dancing with mischief. "You do?" while moving down enough that he has to slide his torso upwards until they're chest to chest, his sensitive nipples tantalizing those of the older man, keeping the fire burning, his fingers still tenderly playing with his lover's hot spots, his own thirst for this man beginning to leave him feeling parched.
Enjoying this newfound level of fun in their intimacy, Leroy plays the game further, lets himself fall into it deeper with laying himself open to Tim more at the same time. "Please?" He huskily begs unashamedly. "Wanna taste you. Unless you don't want any…."
Suddenly, needing to taste his kiss as well as answer the challenge, Tim closes the distance between them, his mouth at long last connecting with the playful yet firm lips just waiting for him, tenderly and invitingly.
Finally tasting his lover's necter as their mouths lock and their tongues sensually dance with each other, Leroy can't help but moan in ecstasy, his hands slipping from their restraints as he rolls them until Tim is on the bottom and he can drink from his lover's kiss and give back with all that he has. The air begins to fill with the sounds of ecstatic moans and whispered endearments as for endless moments, their world is right here, sensually making love to each other's mouths as their bodies clamor for more, restlessly moving in for more physical connection.
Countless moments later, needing to breathe, the older man pulls back, his arms ensnaring Tim and pulling him closer as he rolls them back to their sides where they can talk face to face. Once his libido has calmed enough for him to notice such things, Leroy quietly speaks into the golden silence surrounding them as he runs his fingers through Tim's still damp hair." You cleaned us up."
Tim quietly answers, but remains in place, unwilling to move just yet while he's being so tenderly loved and spoken to. "Yeah. I woke up earlier and…"
"Guess I'm showerin' alone?" The older man heads off Tim's uncertainty about it by teasing him quietly.
"Not if I give us both a reason to need one." Tim teases back as he raises his head and gestures toward the baby wipe warmer behind him. "Already took care of the preliminaries."
"Got somethin' in mind?" His lover asks boldly, leaving the invitation to play wide open, even going so far as to roll back over to his back and lift his arms back up, placing them back where Tim had placed them earlier..
"Yeah." Tim replies quietly, not yet taking the bait even if he does sit raise up on one arm to watch.
"Anything, Tim." Leroy encourages him, reaching a hand out so his fingers can card that soft brown hair he loves.
"No hands?" Tim asks almost seriously as he leans forward as if giving his lover another kiss he seems to be wanting, the teasing dare unmistakeable in his eyes and in his tone.
"Anyway you want me, babe." Leroy answers without any trace of humor. He wants Tim to know that he trusts him completely, knows the younger man has always known it but never at this level of their intimacy before.
"Leroy!" Tim murmurs in awe, all thoughts of playing gone as his brain catches up to his heart, already overwhelmed from all his lover had done for him last night. All thoughts of play escape from his mind and in a sudden need to be wrapped in this man's arms, he reaches up and releases them. He watches almost spellbound as his lover takes back the use of his arms to immediately reach for him
"C 'mere." The older man quietly says as he moves his now free arms and wraps them around his lover whose eyes are beginning to look glassy, his heartfelt unspoken thoughts strewn across his face. All thoughts of physical gratification have escaped temporarily as the overpowering need to connect with Tim on this deeper level takes center stage without a struggle. "Talk to me?"
As Tim lays wrapped in his lover's arms laying right up against his side, this man he loves more than life, one hand snaking out to find that sliver hair he adores, he makes an attempt to explain what's on his mind as his eyes continue to tell it all, shining with love and joy, affection and contentment.. "Leroy, last night….words just can't….." He attempts to relay the depth of what last night meant to him but can't find the words. "Last night was… I'll never forget it…any of it…"
Leroy cards his hair some more as he tries to soothe him, this time his own usual struggle with words back in full force. It's never far from his mind that Tim's never been shown this kind of love before and the young man is still struggling with feeling undeserving of it. With a nod, Leroy reinforces the sentiment that last night affected him just as deeply, reaching out to wipe the wetness from his lover's face, kissing him softly on the lips and pulling him in closer for some solid snuggling. "Same here, Tim."
Oh yeah. Moments like this are more precious than gold.
